A Christmas Poem From A Good Friend

A dear friend sent this poem to us just recently for Christmas and after asking her permission to publish it I present it here in full.

Jeanette’s Christmas Poem, 2011

In the back blocks of Heaven where the angels hang

round, when not much is happening down here on the

ground, there‘s a bit of commotion, a gasp and a sigh –

a Wiki leaks coup from the Lord God on High.

Chatter subsides, then comes a great hush, followed

by moments of panic and rush - angels on telephones,

email and Skype, journalist angels exploiting the hype.

“Ground breaking headlines have just come to hand – 

God is sending His Son to earth as a man.”

“To earth as a man? You mean live like a mortal? Just

shows what that Wiki leaks mob will resort to.”

“But it’s true mate, I tell you, I’ve seen preparations, 

years of God’s dealings with people and nations. And

now all is ready, He walks through earth’s door round

about midnight, December 24.”

“And how will he get there? Will he jump? Will he fly?

Will he suddenly appear in a cloud in the sky?”

“Well this is the best bit – you’ll never believe it, He’s

going as a baby and a woman will conceive it.”

“A woman? What woman? A woman in God’s plan when

  God only works through the hands of a man? And

where will it happen? What mansion on earth could

ever be worthy of such a King’s birth?”

“Well actually the birth will take place in a stable with

cows and with donkeys and straw in a cradle. But up in

the sky there’ll be one brilliant star and wise men will

visit who’ve come from afar. They’ll bring some good

presents –gold, myrrh, frankincense...”

“The whole thing’s absurd, it just doesn’t make sense.

God in a body? God become man? God in a stable with

donkey and lamb? Are you sure of your facts? Are you

sure you heard right?”

“Oh yes, we’ll be singing that wonderful night.”

“Singing? Us angels? With bright songs of praise? Now

that sounds much better, the roof we will raise, and

kings and great princes will rise and applaud then bow

down and worship our wonderful Lord.”

“Well to tell you the truth, we’re not singing for kings. 

God’s chosen some shepherds to hear of these things.”

“Shepherds? With sheep? Why should they see the

glory? Why should they hear us sing, why tell

shepherds the story?

“It’s all about Love- Love in the extreme - straight

from God’s heart, the heart of God’s dream.”

“And what might I ask is the name of this plan, when

God leaves his heaven and turns into man?”

“I believe it’s called Christmas, but it’s only the start

of a plan of salvation that shatters God’s heart. The

child in the manger, the babe in the hay will die for

the sins of the people one day. Then rising in glory he’ll

sit on the throne and death will be conquered by his

arm alone.”

“Death will be conquered? Well, I hadn’t a notion that

this was involved in the Christmas commotion. I’ve

noticed the presents, the trees and the fuss, I’ve

noticed the shoppers all out in a rush, I’ve noticed

plum puddings and turkey and beer – but this great

love of God – well I had no idea.”

“Look – there’s the star – it’s rising on high, with

angels assembling across the night sky, There’s a cry

from the stable - Christmas has come. The Lord God

has done it – He’s sent His own Son.”